Monday, October 24, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 19 continued:

Carly was thoroughly enjoying the company of Deborah Thompson, her seamstress.  It was raining again, and only having come to visit and say hello, she ended up spending a couple hours of trying on gowns, helping to stitch some, and talking and laughing at secret revelations. 

            “I simply adore him, Lady Carly.  It has been my wish since my sixteenth birthday that he would propose marriage to me.”  Deborah was blushing as she divulged her secrets. 

            Carly’s eyes were wide in amazement at discovering the life, trials, and challenges that this young girl faced.  Realizing that Deborah’s life circumstances had been made better only because of the kindnesses and charity bestowed upon her family by Lord Huntington, and previously by his father, she was astonished at his tender heart towards his tenants and their families’ needs.  Embarrassed at any thoughts to the contrary that she had ever had. 

            “I must pass his family’s farm each morning on my way here, and he seems to always find a reason to be close by to say hello, or to walk with me a ways.  He is simply wonderful!”  Giggling together, Carly silently wondered what it would be like to be so in love.  Never having known love besides that which she held for her family and friends, she suddenly thought of Lord Huntington and blushed, pricking her finger.  Quickly putting it in her mouth, she listened to Miss Deborah babble. 

            “Matthew says I should not be walking alone and all, but I must get here somehow.  I think if he could, he would walk with me the entire way.”  Deborah was beaming a beautiful smile as her heart showed upon her face. 

“It has been almost a year since anyone has gone missing…I wonder why?  I am so glad, of course, but what has happened to them, do you not wonder?  My brother, Paul, says he thinks they are dead.” 

Looking at each other with horror on their faces, Carly exclaimed, “What a ghastly thought!” 

As Carly quickly turned ashen, Deborah swiftly changed the subject realizing Lady Carly’s tender heart.  “I have always wanted to be a June bride.  But June is upon us!  I am afraid it will not happen this year.” 

            “Would you not marry in any other month if your dear Matthew asked you?”  Carly was very curious. 

            “Of course, but I would be so disappointed.  June brides are so very lovely!” 

            “But you would look the same, silly—in love—that is how you would look,” Carly exclaimed. 

Contemplating Carly’s wise words for a moment, Deborah suddenly asked, “Would you like to see the flower he gave me only just this morning?”  Digging into her bag, Deborah pulled from it a tiny book.  Carefully she opened its pages and pulled from between them a tiny little purple flower that was flattened. 

“Is it not beautiful?”                                                                            

Carly saw that it was merely a small weed that had flowered, but she smiled at Deborah’s enthusiastic response to her special gift from the one she most adored. 

            “It is quite lovely, Deborah.  I am sure you will treasure it always.”  Amazed and wondering at what Deborah was feeling, she thought to herself that she would very much like to try out this thing called love and the subsequent fluttering of happiness that would accompany it.  She was very happy for her newest friend. 

Thanks for reading with me today.  Join me on Friday for a haunting waltz.  :)
Ellise

Friday, October 7, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

As the children and Carly entered the house through the kitchen, they immediately noticed the stillness of all the servants present.  Doris, upon seeing Carly, sobbed into a dishtowel and ran from the room in a flurry of tears. 

            Suddenly anxious, Carly said to the children, “Jonathon, Elspeth…please return to the schoolroom, and I will be with you shortly.” 

            “Yes, ma’am,” they both said, exiting the room, curiosity upon their little faces. 

            When they were well away, Carly asked, “What is going on?  Why is Doris so upset at seeing me?” 

            May said, “Please sit down, love.” 

            Now she knew it had to be bad.  Nervously, Carly sat at the table as Penny served her a warm cup of tea.  Nodding her thanks, she waited. 

            May whispered, “George and Ethel have been let go.” 

            Carly’s eyes grew wide as she took the information in.  Confused, she said, “Oh, dear.  I did not realize.”  Uncertain as to how this connected to herself, she asked again, “But, I am at a complete loss.  How does this relate to me?” 

            Buford, the matching footman said, “George was to be watching you today with Henry.  But he wasn’t, was he?” 

Shaking her head, she said, “From what I gathered…I suppose he was not.” 

Carly listened as Buford continued.  “The master searched him out and found him and Ethel, together…” he left it at that. 

            Understanding dawned upon Carly, embarrassedly.  “Oh, dear.  So it is my fault that George was caught, and because he was caught, Ethel was...”  The situation unfolded in her mind. “Goodness sake.”  Shaking her head, Carly thought of the master’s anger when she had last seen him.  Surely, these servants had not benefited from his mood.  “I should talk to Lord Huntington immediately.” 

            Mrs. Thompson, who had entered the kitchen moments before, said, “You shall do no such thing, young lady.  They are to be an example to the rest of you,” pointing to the servants in the room, she continued, “to attend to your duties and not to falter.”  Nodding her head in approval, she said, “It was only a matter of time, my lady, before this happened.  Ethel was on delicate ground with me and my mister, as it was.”  Shaking her head, she added, “George, on the other hand—now, there will be a loss.  But not so much if he puts lives at risk.  That will never do.” 

            Carly worried as she absently stirred her tea.  Would the rest of the servants resent her for the loss of their friends?  Admittedly, she felt great relief at the thought of Ethel being gone from this house.  Disturbing images of her face cut into bloodied mirror fragments came to her remembrance.  Dark stairwells.  She shivered. 

Was it indeed Ethel that had been so cruel?  She had always seemed to be watching Carly, and she was sure it was Ethel that she had seen at the windows watching her, especially after their last meeting in the attic.  Carly shook her head worriedly. 

            “Now, now.  You must not feel badly about these things, my lady,” crooned May.  “Mrs. Thompson is right.  Ethel was on her way out, and Doris was well on her way too.  Doris knows this now.  This situation has scared her into reality.”  Nodding her head all-knowingly, she continued, “Doris would do well to learn from this experience.”  Peeling the carrot in front of her, May added, “George was stupid enough to follow those silly skirts around.”  Suddenly pointing the carrot at Buford, she added with fervor, “You would do well to learn from this situation, Buford.  Keep your head on straight, my boy.” 

Nodding his head vigorously, he continued to pace the floor, nervously biting his nails. 

“You might as well bring that tall friend of yours over to see if he can get the job straight away.”  Suddenly bright-eyed, Buford reached for his hat and quickly left the kitchen. 

            Mrs. Thompson said, “Penny will take luncheon to the children, Lady Blakemore, if you are ready?”  Her comforting hand patted Carly’s shoulder in reassurance.  

            “But of course.  Thank you.”  Carly and Penny took the trays of food up the many flights of the servant’s back stairway to the schoolroom. 

All the way, Carly worried about the ruckus she had caused and what the fallout would be. 

Yes!  A ruckus!  Carly always seems to be involved somehow.  Join me on Monday for another squabble between the master and his governess, and a secret letter.  Thanks for reading with me today.
Ellise

Friday, September 30, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

Henry nervously shrugged his shoulders saying, “He disappeared a while ago when he saw…” Suddenly hesitating, Henry’s neck turned mottled, splotchy-red colors. 

            “When he saw what?”  Creighton was concerned at the young groomsman’s tentativeness. 

            “He saw one of the chambermaids beating rugs, my lord,” was all he could offer. 

            Understanding dawned upon Creighton.  He was aware that Henry watched his color rise in anger.  Nodding in appreciation of his obedience, Creighton said, “You are wise to be truthful with me always, Henry.  Thank you.” 

            “My lord,” nodding his head, Henry took a deep breath.  He began chewing a piece of grass again, probably too vigorously. 

            Turning to the cottage once more, Creighton was suddenly assaulted by old memories.  This place had a history that…well…he was getting furious just thinking about it. 

            He physically calmed himself before stepping forward, knocking upon the door.  Instantly, it got quiet inside before Lady Blakemore softly answered, “Come in.” 

            Lord Huntington stepped inside the cottage, and all three sets of eyes went wide, ready for the reprimand.  But all he could do was chuckle when he saw the sight before him.  Both Jonathon and Elspeth had a feather tucked into their hair holding an especially beautiful prisoner hostage.  Lady Blakemore sat tied to her chair.  Laughing quietly, he said, “Please, do not let me stop you.  Continue, by all means.” 

            Sitting down in a chair opposite of where they were playing in front of the fireplace, his stature filling the space, they only stared at him.  They could not seem to play anymore. 

He insisted, “Well—I interrupted you.  How is this going to end?  I wish to see.”  Jonathon and Elspeth looked at each other as if they did not know this man who was asking them to perform for him, but timidly they turned around to Miss Blakemore for guidance. 

Embarrassed herself, she was determined to conquer these feelings and make this an opportunity for father and children to spend time together.  Forcing her own nervousness back, she smiled encouragingly at both of them, and began wailing, “Please…no!  What will my poor children do if you take me prisoner?  Oh, help me, someone!  Please help me!” 

            Quickly catching up in the excitement, Elspeth exclaimed, “You must come quietly or we bonk your head with hatchet…” she looked over at her father with a coy smile.  Smiling back, he nodded his approval. 

            Carly said, “Yes, yes.  I will be silent.” 

            Carly and Elspeth looked expectantly at Jonathon as if it was his turn.  But Jonathon said quietly, “I…I do not wish to play anymore.”  Turning around, he went outside, shoulders sagging.  Elspeth followed him outdoors and sat down next to him on a fallen trunk, rubbing his back, taking the quills from both their hair. 

Lady Blakemore looked dreadfully apologetic towards Lord Huntington, “I am sorry my lord.  I think he was only being shy.” 

Nodding his head, he asked, “Would you like some help?  You look a little tied up at the moment.” 

Smiling in trepidation at his joke, she nodded in agreement.  “Thank you.” 

As he untied her, she said, “I hope you do not mind us coming here.  We were merely outdoors having our botany lessons when we came upon this darling cottage.  The children wanted to play house, and we lost track of time, we were having so much fun.” 

The anger that stirred quickly in his gut at this sensitive topic was too quick for him to smother, knowing even as he spoke that he did not mean to be so harsh, for how could she possibly know his reasons for feeling this way.  “I do mind, Lady Blakemore, very much!”  Now standing directly in front of her, he continued, “This cottage is off limits!” 

Off-limit cottages, rug-beating chambermaids...what does this have to do with making Lord Huntington angry?

Read with me on Monday!
Ellise

Monday, September 26, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17:

“Where did they go, Joe, did you see?  This woman does not understand taking precautions!”  Creighton was beside himself with worry.  “Does she not heed fear?”  He did not realize that she truly did not understand the depths of the community’s worry over the kidnappings. 

On a daily basis, Creighton made available to himself the locations of the outings that Lady Blakemore took the children on, but this one had evaded him.  “Where are they?  Were they walking about the grounds?” 

            “Yes, milord.  I saw ‘em not an ‘our ago walkin’ in the direction o’ the cottage, sire.  I ‘ave tried to be watchful with all the trouble ‘bout, sire.  In fact, ‘Enry an’ George are following them as instructed.” 

            A look of great relief showed upon Lord Huntington’s face with this news.  “Good, good.” 

            “But ‘ee know little ones, milord; they love to explore places.  Do not be too ‘ard on them now, sire; they are, after all, only children.”  No one would ever convince old Joe that Lord Huntington had anything to do with the awful rumors going about, for he was a good, honorable man with worry written clearly on every feature of his face. 

            “Thank you, Joe.”  Striding off in the direction of the cottage with anger diffusing, if only a little, he thought of another week gone by since the incident at the lake.  But here and now, he had worried that she had gone and done it again; taken the children off without anyone to help her if trouble were to arise.  It angered him that she would even need to take such precautions.  He sighed heavily, slightly relieving his stress. 

And then, even more discouraging to him, to have their outing occur at a place that he loathed so completely.  It made his stomach churn.  His stress was instantly re-fed. 

“Why have I not torn it down?” he asked himself in self recrimination.  

He was getting tired of following her around telling her what not to do.  Knowing he was being overprotective, that he frightened her, just like all the other governesses, he could not seem to restrain himself. 

            As he walked into the clearing and approached the door, he could hear the children talking excitedly and Lady Blakemore answering in her soft, sweet voice.  Stopping to listen for a moment to what they were saying, he was surprised at what he heard. 

            “Chief Jumping Horse says you must trade flour and sugar supplies or he will not let you free.” 

            “Oh!  Please do not harm us!  What will my poor family eat?” 

            “You can get your white man food easier than any of us Indians can,” Creighton heard Elspeth giggle as she playacted. 

            Creighton smiled as he realized that they were playing house—or more accurately, Indians—and Jonathon was actually joining in on the fun.  What a breakthrough!  Listening again, he heard Lady Blakemore pretend to struggle, hearing her make grunting noises.  Then he heard Jonathon say, “Me capture you, make you squaw.”  Chuckling to himself, he thought, how can I interrupt this fun playtime?  I was going to come bursting in here a minute ago.  Elspeth probably would have started crying again.  What are they harming? 

But he knew.  Worrying about their safety first, he looked around to see Henry sitting under a nearby tree watching him.  Just then, Henry must have decided that it was best to address his master on his feet as he scrambled to do so.  Nodding, Creighton stepped closer, and quietly asked, “Where is George?” 

Children playing Indians.  Governesses tied up.  Hmmm... Where is George, and why should it matter?  Stay tuned for more of this scene on Friday.

Ellise

Friday, September 23, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 16 continued and finished:

As for Lord Huntington, he had mistakenly refused new bedding upon Lady Blakemore’s bed, thinking it silly for his one night stay, but now could not sleep because of it.  Her gentle fragrance filled his nostrils with a heady sensation that enveloped him with feelings he tried best to ignore. 

But sleep would not come. 

Finally, he stalked from the room to seek relief in the library. 

Frustration mounted as he thought about what Lady Blakemore had experienced tonight.  She had been quite upset, and he had felt responsible for it!  He did not wish to see her so unhappy again.  It had troubled him greatly.  To the dark room, he stated, “I cannot help myself.” 

This incident would be investigated at all cost.  Someone was up to no good, and he would not sleep restfully until this mystery was solved. 

                               

*******

That uncomfortable sensation of being watched grew as Carly walked the grounds.  Figuring that it was the Study window, she looked. 

No one. 

Searching the windows, she gazed up towards the attics and shivered all over upon seeing a distinct figure. 

She was being watched.                                                                   

But not by Lord Huntington. 

Curiosity took hold.  She must visit the attics. 

            As she mounted the final staircase to her destination, she felt an eeriness creep over her.  Freezing mid-step, Carly worried over the strange sensation that had stopped her.  Out of a dark corner of the staircase, Carly sensed again that she was being watched. 

Horrified, she wondered what to do? 

Go back?  But then she would not know who it was watching her. 

But did she really want to know? 

Petrified, she wondered, indeed, if it was a ghost.  It was almost as if the darkness had hands reaching out to her throat, cutting short her breath.  After an insanely tense moment, she laughed at herself for her ridiculousness.  She gingerly took another step forward only to let out a terrified scream. 

Ethel stood disturbingly silent in the darkness, watching Carly. 

            Trying to catch her breath, Carly demanded, “What…what are you doing?” 

            Ethel stood staring.  It was thoughtless.  Unhuman.  In a monotone whisper, the indistinct figure said, “I might ask you the same thing.” 

            Indignant, Carly insisted, “What is your purpose in these dark attics?  Surely you have not been asked to clean them alone…and without light?” 

            “Such a know-it-all!  So ‘aughty!”  Ethel’s expression was not kind. 

Carly would not be bullied.  “Why do you always look at me from the windows when I am walking the grounds?” 

            Snorting with disgust, Ethel said, “You think I ‘ave nothin’ betta to do than watch the likes o’ you?  You must think you are mighty special, milady.”  Her sneer showed an ugly side to this girl, her mocking curtsey demonstrating her dislike. 

            “No.  Just annoyed with your rudeness.”  Carly’s brow crinkled with newfound insight.  “I wonder if you are the one who has tried scaring me in the night,” Carly reasoned aloud.  Her limbs froze when she thought of the bloodied, shattered mirror.  Might she be in danger?  Here in the dark?  Away from anyone else in the house? 

A wicked smile spread upon the servant’s face at the governess’s fear.  Her insight. 

            Watchful, resentful, especially if her assumptions were correct, Carly asked, “Are you guilty?” 

            They stood staring at each other in the dark stairwell, questions unanswered. 

            With disturbing composure, Ethel stated, “I ‘ave work to be done.  Please excuse me.” 

Carly leaned against the wall, unwilling to be close to the servant girl as she stepped down and around her. 

Ethel only laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls in her plunge into the darkness.  Unkind thoughts and feelings roiled around in her breast. 

Carly was disturbed. 

Perfumed sheets and scary stairwells?  The best kind of romance/suspense.  I hope you enjoy today's excerpts!

Ellise

Monday, September 12, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 15:

Carly was led to a room she had never seen before.  It was tucked away upstairs for privacy.  On their way to this room, Millesant explained to Carly that this was where the seamstresses came to prepare new wardrobes.  The seamstress had everything she needed supplied for her here in this room.  Privacy curtains and dividing screens would be set up for fittings, she explained.  Outside the door, Millesant said excitedly, “Now you go in and enjoy yourself, milady.  I cannot wait to see you in your pretty new things.  We will have so much fun, will we not?”  Clapping her hands together eagerly, she then gave her a hug and was off on her way.  Carly was catching Millesant’s excitement as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. 

Mrs. Thompson, the housekeeper, came over to the door where Carly shyly stood and locked the door behind her, “So nice to see you today, my lady,” and taking her motheringly by the arm, led her over to a young girl.  “This lovely young lady is Lady Blakemore, Deborah, for whom your services have been requested.”  Mrs. Thompson introduced Carly to the seamstress, “Lady Blakemore, this is my granddaughter, Miss Deborah Thompson, my eldest son’s daughter.” 

Carly could hardly believe that Lord Huntington would go to so much trouble, and expense, for her alone.  As guilty as she felt, Carly was strangely eager, too. 

            Miss Thompson bobbed a curtsey and said, “How do you do, Lady Blakemore?” 

            “I am fine, thank you,” curtseying herself.  Carly suddenly realized that this young girl was the very one she had seen giggling with Lord Huntington in the salon.  So, he does dally with servants. 

Carly scolded herself for thinking so ill of either of them. 

            Mrs. Thompson again proudly chimed in, “I highly recommend Miss Thompson’s services and skills.” 

            I’m sure you do.  Again, unkind thoughts.  I must be better. 

Beaming a pleased smile towards her granddaughter, Mrs. Thompson announced, “She has been sewing for many ladies in the area, as well as Lord Huntington’s late wife, for,” she looked at her granddaughter for help, “how long dear?”

            “I would say, at least five years, grandmamma.” 

            “Yes, at least.  We are both so excited about this wardrobe, are we not Deborah?”  Deborah nodded vigorously, beaming from ear to ear.  “Deborah is a magical seamstress, my dear, and she will have you outfitted in no time at all.  Most importantly, we will have you well prepared for the Dowager Lady Elisabeth Huntington’s arrival and the inevitable balls and parties that will accompany her stay.” 

            “Balls…and parties?”  Carly forgot all else.  In fact, she had completely forgotten anything about such matters. 

            “Why, yes, my dear, and we have been instructed to make several ball gowns for you as your presence will be required at those special events.” 

Have you ever wished you could go clothes shopping but couldn't?  Well, I've figured it out...Just write about it.  :)  This way, you can have the biggest wardrobe ever!

Thanks for reading with me today.  Join me on Friday for more. 
Ellise

Monday, August 15, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 12 completed:

Carly was alarmed. 

More disturbing incidents had occurred.  Several days in succession, Carly had caught someone watching her from different windows of the house while she wandered the grounds.  One window in particular seemed to be the favorite.  Making an effort to figure out which room this was, she discovered that it was the Study. 

Disturbing! 

            Today it had occurred again.  She was enjoying the gardens and had definitely seen someone staring at her.  Had it been the master?  Carly was not certain.  But who else would it be?  Could it be a servant?  “Surely it could,” she said to herself.  There were only a couple servants thus far that Carly had felt any animosity from.  When discussing this with Millesant, she was told not to worry, that she would discuss it with Mrs. Thompson. 

Millesant said, “I overheard these two silly girls discussing how aggravated they feel when their sweethearts stare in wonder at your beauty.” 

Carly rolled her eyes in disbelief. 

“They are only jealous,” Millesant said, which seemed to make her happy somehow. 

            On two occasions, Carly had heard heavy footsteps, deep in the night, stop in front of her bedroom door.  Did Huntington Manor have a ghost for which it was famous?  Not hardly.  Was it, indeed, her doorway that held this specter’s interest?  Undeniably it was, for she had discerned the handle noisily wiggling.  Were not these troubling incidents?  What kind of household had she come into? 

            Again, Carly contemplated the rumors surrounding Lord Huntington, that of his wife’s death and the kidnappings of innocent young girls in this district alone.  He could be to blame.  “Is it really possible?  How would I know?”  Suspicions of his actions crept into her thoughts and disturbed her while she slept, dreamed, and worked, but no more so than when she dined with him and could occasionally sense his dark moods.  At these times, she would throw caution to the wind and try with all her might to draw him out, even make him angry on purpose.  Anything was better than his preoccupied scowl. 

            Tonight’s meal had been particularly dangerous, for he had yelled at her again.  Having said something which provoked his fury, he had come to hover too closely above her while his rage was unleashed.  In his wrath, Lord Huntington had taken her chin in his strong fingers, which she had indignantly yanked away.  Because of her defiance, a curious sparkle ignited in his eyes which terrified, yet thrilled her. 

Quickly, his demeanor had changed, and he smiled down at her with that wicked grin that gave her goose bumps.  Inches from her face, he made her breath quicken in fear.  She carefully arose, excusing herself. 

Before she could leave, his anger was rekindled, and he stood in her way of departure.  Carly stood staring angrily at him before she stepped around him, quickly retreating, resolute to be more careful. 

Who is disturbing Carly's sleep?  Watching her from windows?  Why is Lord Huntington so passionately disappointed? Why is he passionate at all?  What boils beneath the surface of this household?

Join me on Friday to learn more.  Thanks for reading!

Ellise ;)

Friday, August 12, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 12 continued:

The new gown Carly was stitching was coming along splendidly.  It would be simple, but it would fit her much better than any other she owned.  “I think it quite lovely,” she said to herself.  The green fabric would complement her eye color, a comment that would have been made by her mother, if she were here.  Deftly, her fingers sewed the tiny stitches so that they were hardly noticeable.  Within the week, she was sure to be finished. 

Carly had felt numerous occasions to pray in gratitude for the plentiful blessings she was receiving.  So long had she and her sister been scraping a living, she had almost forgotten what gift bounty was? 

            Elspeth would often join her in her off time, asking questions of her project.  Carly was determined that she must make the most of this little girl’s interest in sewing and start her upon it very soon.  She must ask permission to take the children to town on an outing to procure a sampler for Elspeth and maybe something for Jonathon that would ignite his interests. 

            Smiling to herself, she enjoyed her quiet solitude, humming softly.             

*******

Tittering laughter sounded down the hallway as Carly walked towards the salon.  Only realizing then that the room must be occupied, she halted.   Another assortment of giggles assailed her ears as she wondered who was here.  And then she heard a sound she had never before heard. 

Could it be? 

Was it even possible? 

She doubted it!  Highly! 

But she could not help herself as she secreted a peek into the room to see for herself. 

            There he was, in all his greatness.  Laughing with the most delightful young lady.  Of all things!  A real, true-to-it’s-name, belly laugh! 

            Who was she?  She seemed to have Lord Huntington’s undivided attention.  Exclusivity without the yelling?  Was it possible? 

            She was harsh, was she not?  She must strive to be more kind. 

Judging others is hard not to do sometimes.  However, it is best to see the good in people.  Carly will attempt to be less judgmental of her harsh master, but Lord Huntington will try her patience.  Thanks for reading with me today.  :)  Join me on Monday for more!

Ellise ;)

Monday, August 8, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 12:

The chapel was Home.  Carly enjoyed the intricate bible stories displayed in reds, yellows, greens and blues of the stained glass windows.  The dark pews showed signs of age as did the structure itself.  This chapel, she could tell, had been built by the Normans, probably the 11^th century, because of the style of architecture.  Doorways, windows and the hall itself displayed the ever-present archway.  Most Norman structures that she had seen or heard of were much larger, but this would be a favorite, especially because of the smaller scale. 

The quaint country chapel made Carly think of her father, as did the Sabbath day.  Even more so, the words of wisdom she drew from the counsel given gave her courage to face her week.  The vicar spoke of how trials could strengthen or weaken us.  It ultimately is our choice which course was chosen.  Carly thought of all that had happened in the past year and a half and determined, once again, to be strong.  Even her short time at Huntington Manor had been a stretch for her.  Surely her mother and father would wish for her to be a strength and help to this world, even in her small corner of it.  She must be this person they would wish of her to be. 

Carly felt many eyes upon her as she sang along to the hymns.  These were simple folk who lived and raised families in Dunford village and surrounding countryside.  Their curiosity was disconcerting, but nevertheless, expected.  She, herself, was a bit curious towards them.  Many smiled at her, and she smiled back at them.  She hoped she would make many friends here.  Her bench was filled with servants from the manor house, but no master.  She wondered if he ever attended, but doubted it.  If he did not come next week, she would ask him if at least his children could attend.  Hoping that he would allow them to, she also hoped he would not make them sit on the family pew.  It was hard enough to be stared at from here.  But maybe she would not be invited to sit upon that bench with the family? 

Returning to the sermon, Carly listened to the vicar as he explained passages of scripture.  She was thankful again that there existed men who wished to better know God and His ways, and help those, like herself, who did not always know the interpretation of such things. 

*******

Exasperated with her obstinate master, Carly argued, “I do not see any reason why the children cannot accompany me to church.  Why would you be against such a weekly excursion?” 

            “It is not a weekly excursion which I am against, Lady Blakemore.  I do not owe you any explanation as to why I do what I do.”  Lord Huntington’s jaw was twitching, working against his anger, anger that he struggled to keep in check. 

            “I think you can be quite inflexible, my lord.”  Carly had been shocked that the children had not come to church again today. 

            “You go on thinking that, if you wish, as long as you do as I say.  Good day, my lady.”  Lord Huntington walked out of the Great Hall directly to the stables. 

It's my anniversary today, so I'm late with my blog.  Thank you for reading with me.  Join me Friday for more.

Ellise ;)

Monday, July 25, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 cont'd:

Dear Susannah,

            How I miss you, dear sister!  I think of you daily and miss our walks and talks about anything and everything.  I hope this letter finds you well and happy.  Tell me how you are doing and be completely honest.  I must know if you are healing from our loss of mother, and also what is actually taking place in your life so that I will not worry.  At least if I cannot do anything about it I can always pray for you, which, of course, I do anyway.  But help me be specific in my prayers, dear sister.  How are the children?  The staff?  Your master and mistress? 

            Huntington Manor is a very grand house with a large support staff that has been kind to me.  I even have my own personal maid, Millesant.  She is a dear girl and loves doing my hair even more than you do, if that is possible.  My rooms are lovely and adjoin to the children’s.  I say rooms, for I have a dressing and bathing room in my chambers!  Quite spoiled!

 I do love the children, Elspeth, 7, and Jonathon, 8.  They are good and rather brilliant, which, of course, makes my occupation much easier.  However, I need your help, please.  I must find some creative ways to bring Jonathon out more.  He has been deserted over and over again for two years by previous governesses and is distrustful.  I believe he thinks I will desert him also.  He finds satisfaction in playing tricks on me.  Any suggestions?  At least Elspeth loves me. 

            Lord Huntington, on the other hand, is quite troublesome.  Do not worry, sister.  I only tell you this because we are still working at establishing a relationship that we both can tolerate and live with, I suppose.  You know me and my opinions.  Have you had any trouble in this respect?  I suppose not since your temperament is quite perfect. 

He is an extremely generous master though as he has seen fit to have a new wardrobe made for me.  I must look frumpy?  This prospect is exciting, but I worry about you, so I will be sending you my frumpy old gowns just as soon as I can.  Even though you are taller than I am, you work miracles with needle and thread.

            Well, I must retire and will write again soon.  Please write back.  I know you will, silly me. 

                                                Your loving sister,

                                                Carly

Communication in any age has been important.  We love those whom we love, and love to hear from them, even in this instant digital age. 

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Ellise ;)

Friday, July 15th BiWeekly Blog -- The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

“Well, we ‘ope you’ll stay a bit longer than most governesses. They get spooked, I think. And rightly so!” Carly noticed Mr. Fisher warning his wife with a look. But she ignored him. “Any ribbon with that muslin? Mrs. Fielding—that was the last governess at the manor ‘ouse—always purchased ribbon when she was in town.” Mrs. Fisher’s eyebrows raised, and she hunched over the countertop to whisper to Carly. “Mrs. Fielding was always one to talk over tea.” She snickered. “Would you care for some tea?”

“Thank you, no.” She is annoying! “But I would like some lace, please.” Prying woman! Carly would have to watch her tongue.

Mr. Fisher stepped over handing his wife the scissors and frowning at her. With a sniff, she ignored him and moved from behind the counter to help Carly pick out the lace she wanted. “Lord Huntington has quite a reputation with the ladies, you know.” With eyebrows flashing again, Mrs. Fisher further inquired, “I’m sure you get an eyeful and earful of all that!” Mr. Fisher stepped over to his wife, glaring at her impudence. But still, the whole room seemed bent upon listening for the answer.

Carly felt no obligation to respond to this woman, or to the listening populace, for that matter. But she was disturbed to think on this subject. Lord Huntington a philanderer? It had crossed her mind!

After completing her shopping, the shopkeepers explained to Carly the different businesses that were found in the village which they were obviously proud of. She followed instructions to a small inn for some needed refreshment. In her wake, the Fisher’s argued over how long this latest governess would last. Even better, if she would become the lord’s latest conquest!

The jolly innkeeper and his merry wife were accommodating and kind, rather curious, with a few disconcerting customers that wouldn’t stop staring. Rather bold, she even overheard conversations about herself in relation to the earl. Bolder still, would she be his next conquest! Utterly disturbed, Carly took her fresh cider outside to a small table and chair where she could enjoy the village green and calm her harried nerves.

Such gossip! She must breathe.

Carly became aware of the chapel across the way, deciding she might like a turn in the yard just to become familiar with it. But she knew, in her heart, that she only missed home. And safety.

Before long, she was on her way back to Huntington Manor, happily swinging her satchel upon her arm. It was growing into a lovely morning! Aware of a small little meadow amongst a wood that she had determined to visit on her way back, she now detoured long enough to meander through the springtime medley of flowers, grasses, and trees still damp with dew. Busy bees went buzzing by on their way to work. Multi-colored butterflies flitted about determined to find a sweet, succulent drink among generously colored petals. Birds filled the silence with their melodious songs. She was awed at the simple majesty of the meadow and silently stood in the middle feasting her eyes upon the beauty she found. Closing her eyes she took in an invigorating breath and held it. Letting it out, she laughed out loud at the simple pleasures she found in nature.

Impulsively, she took the pins out of her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders and back. Carefully putting her pins into her bag, she put it down on the grass at her feet. Then, spinning around in circles, she let her arms and hair flow freely about her, gleefully laughing in her moment of private release.

Or so she thought…

Her private reverie interrupted? Find out Monday! :)
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Ellise ;)

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Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 10 continued:       

     Carly’s face turned white as a sheet as she contemplated this request.  Astonished, she sat in silence for a moment as his request sank in, “Surely, you do not expect me to…want me to…but, I am your children’s governess.  I did not expect to be a part of your household in this way.” 

            “I am sure you did not.” 

            In Carly’s mind, she could see countless guests around the banquet table dressed in their finery.  Hers was so limited, she was sure to embarrass her master.  Looking down at her simple gown, she smoothed her skirt self consciously.  Mumbling, she whispered, “But…but, I do not have… I am sure I shall not fit in with your guests, my lord.” 

“Quite the contrary, my lady.  I think you will fit in very nicely.”  He contemplated the boring dinner parties of late.  How they piqued him!  Already he had had more interesting mealtimes spent with his governess than any in recent history.  He could not wait until tonight to see what next could possibly happen between them.  He had not been so entertained for quite some time.  It isn’t all bad, he thought.  Besides, her manners really were more than gracious.  He could tell that she had been groomed for society all her simple life. 

Creighton observed Lady Blakemore as she fidgeted with her hair, already nervous, it seemed, at putting a good foot forward.  Was she really that humble to not see her remarkable beauty that was apparent to all who must be in her company?  She undoubtedly was different from any lady, or governess for that matter, he had ever met. 

            “I have gone ahead and ordered a seamstress to come fit you for a new wardrobe.”  Holding up a hand to her immediate protests, he insisted, “I will supply this, since I am the one requiring this of you.  I believe it is good for ladies to remain socially engaged when possible, especially if you do not desire to get rusty in teaching my own children propriety and social etiquettes.  If I did not insist, my mother certainly would.  She will be joining us soon to live with us the rest of the year.  I would have to deal with her disappointment if this were not already taken care of for you.  Do you wish for me to be in trouble with my mother, Lady Blakemore?”  He was pleased with himself for sneakily figuring out how to renew her wardrobe. 

Watching him smile was fascinating, so opposite to his nature, but she shook her head, no.  But somehow she could not fathom this man being in trouble. 

“So, you see, it is of no use arguing with me on this point.  I wish you to be quite at home here.” 

            Shock showed upon her face as she said, “Yes, my lord.”  The beginnings of a frown creased her brow from worry. 

In addition to the dark circles under her eyes, his desire to keep her from distress prompted his next words.  “Are you up to meeting my children then?”  Her frown quickly disappeared, and she smiled an excited, enthusiastic smile, lighting the room.  Creighton kept his wonder to himself. 

“Oh yes, please, my lord!” 

Finally!  She's here to stay!  And...she finally 'officially' meets the children!  What an overprotective parent!  Can anyone else relate?  I can! :)  Find out more reasons why Lord Huntington is the way he is. 

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Ellise ;)